Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The giant was about as tall as six or seven stories. Even though the thorn beast was much shorter than him, for the people whose height was less than two meters, there was no other way to see the tops of their heads except to fly up.

As Ron and the others' vision gradually widened under Gillianis's control, with Sylvia's exclamation, everyone's eyes were focused on the top of the thorny beast's triangular head that was looking down.

There, a round, pitch-black strange mark was coiled on the top of the thorn beast's head like a giant python. As the light magic shone on it, the surface of the mark reflected two neat rows of dim light, as if the giant python was showing its fangs that could spray venom at any time to everyone!
"What... sign is this?" Ron felt a chill down his spine as he stared at the light reflected by this strange mark - this was not just a psychological effect!
He could sense that the being with the mark branded on the beast's head was definitely a terrifyingly powerful spellcaster - perhaps even more powerful than Gillianis!

At least in his impression, Gillianis's creations never gave him such a creepy feeling!
“Benefactor, did you also… feel it?” The vampire mage hugged his staff to his chest and swallowed hard, “Is this the mark left by its owner? That must be an extremely evil being!”

Compared to Ron, Sylvia could sense the camp of the ruler behind this mark to a certain extent, and the result made her feel extremely frightened.

"So, the giant is actually fighting with the owner of this thorn beast?" Victoria frowned slightly, "But why is the body of this thorn beast also left here?"

"Could it be that such a monster is nothing more than a consumable for that being?"

"Don't over-mythologize the unknown enemy, Victoria," Ron warned. "If the creature that left this mark is really that powerful, it may be close to being a god."

"There must be some missing clue, like - aha, look at the top of this giant's head!"

As the crowd's position rose further, an even more shocking scene appeared in everyone's eyes: on the top of the giant's head, there was an identical mark, and there was more than one!
Three marks that looked like they were carved from the same seal gathered on the top of the plant giant's head, and with the reflection of the light magic, they cast a dangerous sight to everyone. However, unlike the top of the thorn beast's head, these three marks seemed to be extremely corrosive, etching a series of uneven scars on the giant's head. Ron controlled the light source close to those wounds. They seemed to have pierced through the giant's skull, exposing the tissue inside that was similar to animal brain matter.

However, over the years, these tissues have long since rotted into mud, and countless fungi and microorganisms have multiplied and thrived here, treating the inside of a giant's head as their entire world.

"This is not a brand for marking possessions, it is for... killing."

"It seems that when the giant and the thorn beast were fighting, a third party broke in and ended the fight with a sneak attack." Ron signaled Gillianis to put him down and land on the giant's head.

This place is not particularly spacious, but it is more than enough for a few people to stand. Ron summoned the preface of the weaving spell to try to identify the origin of this spell. The spell book turned the pages over and over again at a very fast speed. It seems that there will be no results in a short time.

"It's not easy for you to ask it to appraise it," said the Swordsong Lion Armor, who liked the new but disliked the old. "This is the work of my other half several centuries ago. Its performance is much worse than this set of armor."

"That was made by the only me, 'me'," Gillianis corrected, "It and the Sword Song Lion Armor are not the same kind of works. There is no point in comparing them."

"And at least, it's much better than the mask you tinkered with." "Every time you quarrel, I can know the outcome in advance. The winner is Gillianis, and the loser is also Gillianis." Ivy stood behind Ron, staring at the human who raised one boot and kept frantically testing the edge of the giant's "brain hole", ready to step forward and grab him at any time.

"I advise you not to try this. It's very likely that the inside is soft..." The half-elf warrior kindly reminded Ron, "If you accidentally fall into it, it's very likely that you'll fall into a swamp - Ron?!"

Ron did not hear his companion's well-intentioned reminder, because when he was just trying, his consciousness seemed to be pulled into another space by something.

Finally, the "click" sound of the boots falling completely and Ivy's scream faded away like a dream. When Ron's mind stabilized again, he had appeared in another distorted and absurd time and space.

"Where...is this?"

Ron was still in shock. He tapped his head and tried his best to concentrate on observing the surrounding environment. However, the strange light around him made him think that he was not wearing the glasses he had taken off many years ago: everything was blurry and all the light sources seemed to be radiating around and turning into hazy clouds.

"Why am I here?" This was another question that Ron was thinking about. He tried to activate the teleportation to return to the original world, but his spellcasting was like a drop in the ocean without any sound. Not only the teleportation spell, but also the phantom step, fireball, and even the simplest flaming arrow, he couldn't cast it. Ron felt that the magic he cast seemed to have entered another world.

Ron, who was used to seeing strange and bizarre scenes, did not panic. He began to perform tricks over and over again, trying to find out what went wrong, and then modify it accordingly so that he could go back as soon as possible. However, when he began to perform the twenty-third spell, a deep and deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears, interrupting his attempts and attracting his attention.

"You came."

"who is it!"

Ron reached for the short bow behind him, but found nothing. When he immediately reached for the crossbow at his waist, he only grabbed a handful of air. Ron looked towards the source of the sound in astonishment. He saw a huge gray-green figure whose every step made the ground tremble.

He was coming towards him.

The gray-green figure seemed very similar to the giant outside, but there were some differences. At least the giant outside did not get smaller with every step. When he stood in front of Ron, his size had shrunk to one tenth of its original size.

"You're a dwarf, aren't you?" The gray-green giant, about two meters tall, looked down at Ron as if he were looking at a child. "No, you don't have such a thick beard - so you're what's called a 'halfling' or a 'dwarf'?" (End of this chapter)